Happy Ripper

Happy Knitter?

Once upon a time probably centuries ago, some old lady turned to her Sister and said, “Gee, I enjoy ripping my knitting,” with smiles in her eyes. Her Sister leaned over and gave a nudge of encouragement, “Guess that makes you a happy knitter!” Chances are they LOLed and after a few more mugs of mead they were LTAOing. And kids, that’s why when we are ripping back on our work, we sing the song “Happy Knitter, Happy Ripper.” The End.

And you thought it was going to be about resting in peace or is that piece?

Below is the subject of this story. First, I would like to point out that I have been seriously distracted the last few weeks. An accent will do that to you. No, I will not be telling you what that means. Anyway, I managed to totally miss the mark on dear old Santa and his tree. I was counting. I know was counting. Yet somehow his eyeballs were missing and the mouth was crooked. Then I got the hat and realized there were 8 stitches between the two green spots. There should have been four. Let’s not even discuss the decreases. The pattern is over 50 years old. Still reworking it in excel. Awesome pattern! Right dozy Jennifer!! (Sorry had to throw in my Yorkshire humor)

I will get back on track one of these days. The stocking is for my shop and the shawl is for my sanity? Jill was funny yesterday trying to distract me with another beautiful shawl. I could feel my lower lip pop out. No! I chose this yarn for this project. I shall give it a name. Take that yarn! It is now called Drogheda.
“Drogheda was founded as two separate towns, Drogheda-in-Meath (for which a charter was granted in 1194) and Drogheda-in-Oriel (or ‘Uriel’) as County Louth was then known.” (Wikipedia, what else?) My feelings are divided between Ireland and England as I plan my first adventure in five years. So Drogheda will be finished!

So will my Christmas Stocking! My Christmas Stocking is named Christmas Stocking.